What Do Water, Spiders, Insomnia, and Heart Attacks Have In Common???

I almost had a heart attack Friday night. Now, I don't mean to take the seriousness of a heart attack lightly - my husband had one when he was in his 50's and I was in my 40's. I know it's a big deal. Trust me, you will ALL agree that I am not overstating the situation!

I am a major water drinker - yes, CeeKay, I know you are laughing right now. What can I say, I am a water addict! I am never, ever without a bottle of water. Other than iced tea, it's my signature drink! The lack of excitement in this statement is sad, I know. But anyhoo...

I had killed a spider earlier in the day in the hallway. I wasn't thrilled about it being there or even the killing of it. I don't care for spiders one bit but I guess I really am a bleeding heart as my son likes to call me. I prefer to carry spiders, ants, etc. outside on a piece of paper (I know, lots of you are laughing along with my son and husband). But this spider was particularly hideous and even I could not be merciful. He went to spider Heaven via a swirling water bath. Later in the day I spotted another equally hideous spider crawling on the wall above the computer as I was reading Show & Tell postings. I'm sorry, but he joined his friend in the eternal beyond. I finished up with my blogging and decided I better go to bed, even though it was still early - 2:30 am - I'm not exactly known for healthy sleep habits. Oh dear, I remembered that I had forgotten my water bottle in the kitchen, so of course I had to get it before I could possibly go to sleep. Like the water addict I am, I must drink from a water bottle the minute my hand touches it. So I toasted myself for turning in early and raised that bottle to within a half inch of my lips and A HUGE SPIDER CRAWLED OUT OF THE BOTTLE!!! (Sorry about the all caps - it's still a silent scream!) Ladies, my thankful thought of the day is that the spider did not crawl onto my face or, cringe, INTO MY MOUTH (still screaming) or I would be in a hospital or a cemetery today! My first instinct as I saw the horrible, hairy creature with it's 4 inch eyes crawling at me, was to throw the bottle to the floor, which I did. Now, I don't drink from a small bottle. How far can a quart of water spread on a floor when thrown at greased lightening speed, you say? Pretty far. The fact that my husband slept through this uproar is proof that he needs no sleeping assistance. I, on the other hand, will need multiple aides indefinitely in order to ever sleep again. So, CeeKay, it's never too late to call me, even though you live in a time zone three hours earlier than I do. I've been up since Friday.